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Repeat Performance 29/6/15
The seagulls bark on a bench in a place I won’t see today.
Pecking at chips that aren’t mine whilst a black cat idly crosses my path.
Cranky because I didn’t listen to my inner voice.
Cranky because my intuition wasn’t strong enough.
I kick the leaves a fountain of colour swims like a shoal of fish in the wind.
The yellows peek through like every mirrored memory,
taunting a reaction to which I refuse to respond.
Each step brings me closer to success I recite booting another mountain of leaves.
A twig wrestles its way past my cheek cutting deep the anguish.
I bring this on myself and it’s in my choice I relish.
Having gone to the place I’ve been so many times before,
I smile as the sunlight warms my eyes.
Copyright G.P Williamson 2015